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We Are Compensate To Nothingness
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through imperfect thoughts and knavish egos we still reach to love...
We Are Compensate To Nothingness how we feed our soul through these matters of the heart our minds pursuing destinations striving through emotional chaos and adversity reaching for pleasures to nurse our desires and the ugly souls walk without contentions or the consciousness of sordid consequences while the heavy burdens of tenderness float adrift above the thoughts of logic masquerading around ideas with the impressions of perfections imperfection and the unacceptable acceptances giving and taking receiving and burning further into the life breadths of possessions this presence of who we really are, or all that we are meant to be while we still have this seed planted inside which never grows to the circumferences of all that we may have wanted to really be populating along the days and the hours of uncertainty claiming to be certain in monumental moments of living with all ill-decadent daily and ritualistically shaped aspirations divided and united singing glory hailing our sorrows our salvations we stand and we kneel with undeciphering consequences laughing and crying into new births and fading deaths knowing how we pray and we curse admittedly the unifications of segregations and the tolerances of indifferences and the fields to knowledge remain an endless harvest for fairness and fruits where no amount of science can ever justify the true depths of endlessness as the black hole swallows us all into the truth of our nothingness and the factuals about our purpose which remains in meaning without justifiable actuality as we stand taller and build intelligence further from the sources merely invisible if we see past the spheres scoping rising and shooting aggressions across the universe of eternity outlining cosmic perfections where we really are just matters of our own hearts as we are compensate to nothingness of those hidden barriers to divine spirituality or even those underworlds of the evil sinners cursing infections with diseased scalpels wanting to believe we are superior life intelligences of a race above and beyond something more than what we are in the schemes of life…making due and filling up spaces on this borrowed energy which has never belonged to us and it never will…. © Poetess Victoria L. McColley 2010

Reviewed by David cox (Reader)

Reviewed on December 5, 2010

this presence of who we really are, or all that we are meant to be
while we still have this seed planted inside which never grows
to the circumferences of all that we may have wanted to really be
wow! deep stuff vickie but oh so true you must in touch with a higher energy to get this. do we realy neverrealy know who we are i think not that is why it is so important to try to be ourseleves as much as we can, live life the way our hearts tell us, be true to ourselves not trying to please others.
your wisdom is unfathomable
vickie , i am going to keep this piece as it strike home to my soul.
thankyou so muh for this little piece of enlightenment.

Dave.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on December 2, 2010

When will we learn we are but one of many gifted life on borrowed time, well written piece, God bless...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Philosophic scroll unrolled...your delivery of this is quite like Apollo at Delphi delivering the speech. I can hear this reverberated over an ancient colliseum where it bounces off the stones hauled in by the tons by the peasants in group unity of a city built on this "borrowed energy"...well written, Victoria.

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Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Ravishing poetry, admittedly a bit over my head, but ravishing!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

I can't imagine a more holistic circumscription of our own mindf,ck,
and the importance we assume in this universe, said with such elequence, you should give lessons, if that were possible.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Thought provoking writing with a very interesting twist. Imagine if we are really here or maybe not.

Namaste with Love
Tony

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

we really are just matters of our own hearts, making due and filling up spaces on borrwed energy.....amazing write. Morgan

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

this is sort of what my last poem "crumbtrails" was all about. this is beautiful prose vickie, i love how you employ the run-on stream of thought and consciousness throughout, feels like a spiritual acid-trip, an existential slurpy. well done.